Sippy Cups

So some of you probably know that in recent weeks, I've been hanging out with the morning guys for the last hour of their show. They call it "Banter with Bekah." I call it my morning beating. But I'm KIDDING! They are so gracious and I really do enjoy hanging out with them for that hour.

Even if they do pick on me.

A lot.

They usually have a topic of conversation they chat about with listeners throughout the morning, and when I come in at 9:00, I throw in my two cents about it. This has caused me to spill some rather embarrassing stories on the air - and one such story came out last week.

The question was...have you ever broken something that absolutely MORTIFIED you?

Why yes. Yes I have.

Let me paint the picture for you.

Some of you know Lynne {as in the Mid-Morning host}. She's one of those folks that was blessed with the elegant grace gene. She always {and I mean always} has the right word to say. She's beautiful and classy...and her home is absolutely lovely. It's warm, cozy, inviting, and more than one thing in Shafferland has been inspired by something in Lynne's home.

When I first met her, I ached to show her that I possessed that same elegant grace.

Except in truth - I don't.

I'm not bashing who I am...we are just different. Lynne walks gently into a room sporting beautiful heels, curled hair, a chic outfit, and perfect lipstick, smiles sweetly and says a soft hello. I march {and I do literally mean MARCH} into a room sporting my garage sale slip on tennis shoes, hair that looks like it was thrown together in ten minutes {because it was}, a slightly wrinkled shirt and no lipstick - because lipstick would hinder my coffee guzzling. If I'm not caffeinated fully, I might nod in your direction and offer a "hey."

Classy meets non-morning-commuter-person.

We're different and it's okay.

But this one particular day, I was trying so hard to impress her. She opened her home to me and I sat at her kitchen table, working on some Mid-Morning work with her...sipping tea out of a stemmed goblet. {At my house we drink tea out of lime green and teal plastic cups that match my patio dish set. It's the offical iced tea glass of Shafferland.}

I don't remember how I did it - if it was through a demonstrative hand-expression or an ill-negotiated placement of a book - but somehow that goblet shattered into hundreds of pieces - ice and tea spraying everywhere over Lynne's clean, beautiful kitchen.

I felt the look of horror drop over my face. First time to visit her house and I've broken her goblet.

She was gracious...swept up the broken pieces, got me a fresh glass of tea...and we went on with our work.

The next day I marched into the office carrying a new set of goblets - and a sippy cup. My new self-proclaimed drinking glass at the Casa de Ford.

After I shared this story on the air this week, someone emailed the station and shared this.

Oh. Yes.